Placed On This Isthmus Of A Middle

Know, Nature's Children All Divide Her Care, The Fur That Warms A Monarch Warmed A Bear.

Eve Left Adam, To Meet The Devil In Private.

So Upright Quakers Please Both Man And God.

Oh, Sons Of Earth! Attempt Ye Still To Rise. By Mountains Pil'd On Mountains To The Skies? Heav'n Still With Laughter The Vain Toil Surveys, And Buries Madmen In The Heaps They Raise.

Some Positive Persisting Fops We Know, Who, If Once Wrong, Will Needs Be Always So; But You With Pleasure Own Your Errors Past, And Make Each Day A Critique On The Last.